“Please, I want him,” I confess,
“Why?” they ask, my heart in distress.
I have no answer, no reason true,
But my longing for you, it just ensues.
We dissect it, piece by piece,
Hoping to grant my soul some peace.
Perhaps it’s your elusive game,
That keeps me longing, that fuels the flame.
Maybe if you craved me as much as I do,
I’d lose my hunger, bid farewell to you.
For I never yearn for those who seek my heart,
It’s a game I play, right from the start.
Can you, just for a day, pretend to care?
So I may break free from this affair.
She Was Sea 